My mobile phone is like a Caramac that’s been at the bottom of my schoolbag all week. It’ll still fulfil its basic purpose, but it’s not quite the right shape anymore and no one would thank you if you gave them it for nothing.
It switched itself off while I was talking to a customer today which really pissed me off as the conversation was straightening out the details which would bring a cheque that little bit closer.
The difficulty is that I have no enthusiasm for getting a new one, it’s on the same interest level as a toaster or a kettle. Nah, less in fact, toast and tea is better than phoning.
I had a quick look this afternoon and it’s all lifestyle enhancing multifunctional handheld devices on the shop displays, no phones. Oh dear.
I’m still working off the Bontempi laptop, and enjoying the more basic horizons, if merely tolerating the smaller screen.
Every new step I take with a piece of technology seems to be a strip of masking tape over the window, if I keep upgrading, adding apps, finding uses I didn’t know about without the thing I’m using and didn’t need anyway, then soon the light will be slipping in through the few cracks left between the strips of masking tape and I won’t want to look out any more. Just down at whatever plastic oblong is in my hand.
So, a simple phone. Yes, I’ll take basic internet, and I think I want a decent camera again, but that’s it. I don’t want to have to sit and try to delete all the games and shite off the next one only to find that I can’t.
I’m a 41 year old heating engineer, and I hate all your bollocks.